He alone can appreciate the greatness of Lord's love-elixir who experiences it. It is just like a drunkard who is considered crazy by the world.
Just as a warrior wounded in the battlefield wanders around with his eyes blazing red, he shams the feeling of friendship and animosity,
One enamoured by the love of God has his speech nectar-like due to perpetual recitation of Lord's indescribable traits. He adopts silence and is free from all other desires. He talks to no one and remains relishing the sweetness of Lord's naam.
He keeps all his desires under wrap. Praise and insult is all alike to him. In the stupor of Naam he is seen living a life of wonders and marvels. (173)